"Got any plans for tonight?" Burt asked. "Saturday night, thought you kids might be going to some show or hangin' out with your friends."

"Nah, we're more in the mood to stay in." Kurt shrugged.

Burt nodded idly and looked around the room. "You boys gonna…?"

Kurt frowned in confusion. "What?"

"Well, I mean, Carole's got the night shift, Finn's at Puckerman's house…" he said a little awkwardly, "I just…I mean, I wouldn't mind if you guys wanted to…"

Kurt raised an eyebrow and looked at Blaine, who was quickly turning red. "That sounds kind of nice, what do you think, baby?" He asked softly.

"Kurt…I…" Blaine blushed. "I just…"

"Shhh," Kurt cut him off. "I know it's embarrassing, but it's been two weeks since we went to the store and that stuff is just sitting up there. You know my dad doesn't mind?"

Blaine's gaze flickered over to Burt, who was trying to pretend that he wasn't listening closely to every word they spoke, then back to Kurt. "I just don't know."

Kurt smiled reassuringly and placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "Hey, it'll be alright. Why don't we go upstairs and I'll give you a nice hot bath? Then we can get ready for bed and spend the night watching Nick Jr. I know how much you love Dino Dan." He grinned.

Blaine bashfully stared at his lap. "That does sound kind of nice…"

"See? Why don't you go pick out some pajamas while I start the bath?" Kurt coaxed, pulling him up off the couch. He didn't allow Blaine to give Burt a second glance, ushering him up the stairs and into the bedroom. Kurt left him to select his jammies and wandered into the bathroom. He stuck the rarely-used plug into the drain and began to run hot water into the tub, occasionally checking it to make sure it wasn't scalding. He fished out Blaine's bath toys, mostly cups or strainers from the recycling mixed with some bath crayons they had picked up at Walmart and a few plastic boats Kurt had discovered in the attic before moving out of his old house, and put them in the water; the bath crayons were set on the edge of the tub. He always kept them behind his extra moisturizers where Finn would never look.

"Blaine? Are you ready?" Kurt called down the hall. In response, the younger male scurried into the bathroom and placed a pair of pajamas on the closed toilet lid. Kurt immediately noticed that he had omitted the diaper but he didn't call him out on it, for Blaine's sake. Instead he plastered a smile to his face and kissed his cheek. "Let's get you out of those big boy clothes and into the bath. Sound good?" He cooed.

Blushing, Blaine nodded and obediently lifted his arms so that Kurt could remove his sweater vest. His white shirt was unbuttoned and removed, followed lastly by his wife beater. He paused for a moment to turn the water off before it overflowed out of the tub. Then his hands were right back at the button of Blaine's pants, tugging the zipper down and yanking them until they fell around his ankles. Blaine's breath hitched a little when his boxers were pulled down as well and before he could even react, Kurt was guiding him into the warm water and carefully lowering him into the tub.

"There. Doesn't that feel good?" Kurt smiled before turning to get a wash cloth to clean him with.

Blaine nodded silently, stretching his legs out. His toes just barely reached the opposite wall of the tub but during moments like these, he preferred it that way. It really helped play into the baby mindset. Grinning a little, Blaine sank into the water, bringing his knees up as his nose down disappeared under.

"Here we go." Kurt said, completely removing the sweater he was wearing and kneeling down in just his undershirt. He dipped the washcloth into the bath and squirted some baby soap onto it, lathering it up until suds coated the area. Then with the gentle firmness that his father used to use on him as a little boy, he began to scrub at Blaine's arms, legs, chest, and back. He cleaned his face and washed all of the gel out of his hair. Then he nudged Blaine to get on his knees so that he could wipe up his crack and thoroughly sanitize his genitals. Once upon a time Blaine had found that particular ritual very embarrassing and even now a light blush stained his face as the cloth separated his cheeks.

"All done." Kurt cooed, signifying that he could sit back down again. He turned and rummaged through the sink cabinet while Blaine plopped down with a small splash. Once he had located a disposable razor, he turned to his younger lover and smiled. "Arms up." He instructed.

Blaine did as he was told, dutifully raising his arms over his head so that Kurt could apply the thin layer of shaving cream to the dark stubble that was starting to grow there. He giggled and resisted tucking his arms to his side, his body jerking at the sensation of Kurt's hands in such a sensitive area.

Kurt chuckled. "I know you're ticklish, just hang on, sweetheart." Moments later he was gingerly bringing the razor over the areas, wiping away the cream and leaving behind a patch of baby-smooth skin. "There. Much better." Kurt tossed the disposable away and dumped Blaine's bath toys into the water. "Now why don't you play for a bit while Daddy gets you a diaper?" He smiled.

Blaine nodded and seized one of the bath crayons, contently turning his back to the door so that he could draw on the big tile wall. He decided to draw an underwater scene this time. He used the orange to make the sea floor and purple, pink and yellow for the fish. Green was naturally used for seaweed. Finally, he rose to his knees so that he could draw the ocean's surface with his final blue crayon. The air around him was freezing, but he ignored the shivering it brought in favor of his drawing. Kurt would be so proud of him.

"Hey Kurt have you see-oh!"

Blaine whirled around in surprise to see Burt standing in the doorway with a look of abashed surprise on his face. He let out a small squeak, very much aware of how naked he was and dropped down into the water. His face grew hot and he wanted to look away, but both males seemed unable to break their mortified eye contact.

"Um…I'm sorry, I was looking for Kurt." Burt stated calmly and to the point before slowly closing the door with a click. As Blaine listened to his footsteps grown distant, he glanced at the bathwater and contemplated drowning himself.


After Kurt returned to find Blaine staring intently at the water with a nauseated look on his face, he had decided that bath time was over. Naturally, he knew what happened. Burt had found him and told him to make sure Blaine was okay because "his face was hot enough to make the water in the tub boil" once he had asked about the location of something or other. Kurt couldn't really remember now that his mind was focused on Blaine.

"Come on, it couldn't have been that bad." Kurt soothed as he led Blaine into his bedroom.

"You should have seen his face!" Blaine moaned. "I gave him a full show!"

"Hey, it's not like he's never seen a cute bottom before. He is a dad after all."

"But it wasn't just that! I turned around and…and it was cold, I was shivering! And you know…" Blaine whimpered in embarrassment.

Kurt held back a laugh and smiled warmly at Blaine as he lifted his legs and slid a diaper under the aforementioned bottom. "Again, he's a dad. He's seen it all. It's nothing to be ashamed of and he probably won't even say anything about it." Kurt assured him. "Just try to relax some, okay?"

Blaine looked up at him miserably. "How?"

Kurt looked down at his naked form and smirked. "I think I've got an idea."

Before Blaine could even ask what, he felt a flat, warm tongue press itself against his shaft and slip upwards to his tip, eliciting a small squeak from the younger boy. "Kurt?"

The brunet sat back and smirked. "Daddy wants to make sure his baby boy is all clean before he tapes up this diapey." He crooned.

Blaine nearly came then from the words and from that devilishly lustful expression painted across Kurt's face. He let out a small moan and let his head fall back as Kurt's hands slowly massaged his inner thighs and gently pushed them further apart. "Please Daddy." He whimpered.

"That's right, be a good boy for Daddy." Kurt hummed. "I'm gonna get you all clean."

He lowered his head back down to suck on the head of Blaine's member, flicking his tongue into the slit and chuckling when he heard a sharp hiss escape Blaine's lips. He stretched his lips around the appendage and hollowed his cheeks, slowly but surely beginning to suck. Blaine writhed helplessly, moaning and groaning at the wonderfully slick heat that surrounded his cock. He spread his legs farther apart and gasped as one of Kurt's hands snuck up to idly fondle his balls. It wasn't until he started humming, however, that Blaine's hips began to buck up, desperate for more of the delicious heat.

"Fuck! Please Kurt! Daddy, more, please!" Blaine begged. He was getting close, never having been able to last very long when it came to Kurt's skilled mouth mixed with the pleasure of baby time. It simply drove him over the edge and with one, three, four more sucks to his cock, Blaine was spurting his seed down Kurt's throat.

Kurt stood up and smiled in satisfaction at the sight of his boyfriend's limp body, relaxing blissfully as he recovered from the orgasm. The older boy chuckled and wiped Blaine's spit and cum-covered cock clean before powdering his privates and taping up the new Bambino diaper, fresh from the pack they had gotten with Burt.

"Are you sure you don't want to wear some of your baby clothes?" He asked. "Not even your Pooh Bear tee shirt?" When Blaine sluggishly shook his head, Kurt smiled and proceeded to dress him in the pajamas he had originally selected. They were nothing special, just red fleece with white polka dots. However, the Bambino's were quite thicker than the inexpensive Tenas they often used during times of low budget. When Kurt tugged his pajama pants up, the diaper bulge was more than noticeable. In fact his bottoms just barely covered it up and with the slippery plastic shell; they refused to stay up on his hips.

"No way I'm going downstairs in this." Blaine decided stubbornly.

"Well what about your Elmo shirt?" Kurt suggested. "That's so big you won't even need pants."

Blaine looked at him. "You're not exactly heading in the right direction, Kurt."

Kurt smiled and kissed his cheek. "Look, I know you're worried about what my dad might think but you need to forget about him. This isn't about what he thinks, it's about how you feel. We both just want you to feel safe and comfortable with doing things that make you feel good. Nothing, and I mean nothing could make my dad hate you as long as you're being honest with yourself. Just have a little faith?" Kurt looked at him with hopeful, pleading eyes.

Blaine stared at his lap and sighed heavily. "Fine, get the shirt." He muttered.

Kurt beamed and shot up off the bed, rushing to the closet.

"But we're bringing a blanket."

"Yeah, yeah." Kurt grinned, pulling out the fading yellow tee from the trunk in the closet. They had found this gem in the back of a Walmart and while Kurt didn't usually approve of buying clothes from a place that also sold raw meat and windshield wipers, it was just too good of a find to pass up. The red cartoon stared up at them, smiling happily as his name was spelled out below him in an array of colors. "Arms up."

Rolling his eyes, Blaine slowly obeyed and the shirt was tugged over his head. It was true. Once adjusted, the thin fabric completely covered up the thick diaper, the hem resting right above his knees.

"Perfect!" Kurt beamed. He returned to the closet for a pacifier and Ferry, Blaine's traditional-style teddy bear along with Blaine's baby quilt, which he had custom ordered for Blaine's birthday. Gathering everything in his arms, the brunet shuffled back into the room. "Ready?"

Blaine hesitated, glancing at the door fearfully. The thought of Burt seeing him dressed like this, like a giant toddler still horrified and embarrassed him to no end. He knew it was nothing to be afraid of, but it was like telling a child that there was no reason to be afraid of the dark. Just because they were told, didn't mean the fear went away in a snap.

"How about I go down first and set everything up? I'll make sure the coast is clear." He whispered jokingly before disappearing down the hallway. Blaine stood skittishly by the bed, scolding himself for being such a baby.

Kurt returned moments later and offered a reassuring hand, which Blaine gratefully took. Together they slowly walked down the hall, stopping only at the top of the stairs during a slight hesitation, courtesy of Blaine. Finally they made it down the steps and Kurt, who had switched into his own pajamas while Blaine played in the tub, slid under the blanket. He held it up and looked at Blaine invitingly, who hurried to conceal his juvenile getup.

For the most part, Burt left them alone. A half an hour or so later he slipped in to see if they wanted a pizza. He had written down their preferred toppings and left without a word, pretending he hadn't seen Blaine's bare ass or inaccurately sized penis. He called for delivery and once the pizza arrived, he brought it inside and placed it on the coffee table to give Kurt and Blaine first pick.

At first, Blaine completely forgot about his embarrassment and crawled out from under the blanket to claim two pieces for himself. He sat up on the couch, legs crossed and hummed contently at the taste of cheese and tomato sauce and mushrooms. Burt sat in his armchair and did his best to try and understand what was happening on TV, but for the most part he talked with Kurt and Blaine, who replied easily, distracted from his embarrassment by hot, melting cheese. But once he'd finished, the spell broke and he was suddenly aware that he had just spent the past fifteen minutes giving Burt a perfect view of his diapered crotch. Blushing deeply, he stammered through a reply to Burt before quickly excusing himself and rushing upstairs to privately let out some moans and groans of humiliation.

After seven or eight minutes of this, Kurt convinced him to come back down.

Around nine, Blaine started to doze off on the couch. Kurt strategically turned the volume of the television down and grabbed the pacifier he'd brought down earlier. He waited for Blaine's mouth to open on its own accord and gingerly pushed the rubber nipple inside. When Blaine's mouth acknowledged its presence, it latched onto it and the plastic shield began to bob up and down ever so slightly. It made Kurt smile in victory. Ferry was gently placed into the younger's arms and around nine fifteen, Burt came in and dimmed the lights.

"He is kind of cute like that." Burt admitted awkwardly. "You know, like a real toddler. He sure does a good job at looking the part."

Kurt grinned and looked down at his sleeping boy: his damp curls plastered against his forehead and splayed out on the couch pillow, his pacifier still being worked by his tongue, and of course Ferry's small brown head pressed up against Blaine's own cheek. It made Kurt well up with pride, not just for his gorgeous baby, but for how well his dad had handled the situation. He knew it was going to take a lot of time and effort and convincing, but Kurt had a feeling that once Blaine accepted Burt, he would never be able to go back to the way it was before.

"I really appreciate everything you've done for us." Kurt whispered. "We both do."

Burt nodded. "Yeah, well, I'm just glad I can help. So many parents nowadays feel so helpless when it comes to their kids. I never want you to think that you need to keep me in the dark about something. I'll always be there for you, Kurt."

Kurt smiled contently. "I know, and pretty soon Blaine will, too."